I've got Wedding fever!

Hello all! I hope that the Brits reading this enjoyed a lovely extra day off yesterday for the Royal Wedding! Who watched it? I was surprisingly glued to the action from about 9am right up until the kisses on the balcony, after that point I lost interest. I loved Catherine’s dress and watching all the ladies in their big hats.

I’m such a big, sappy romantic at heart that I welled up a few times during the service. I think it is a beautiful thing indeed that the coming together (no pun intended) of two people in a marriage ceremony can unite so many people around the world and bring such joy, laughter and smiles. It’s bloody beautiful, that’s what it is.

Now whether you were glued to the whole event or whether you went out of your way to avoid it all I have a treat for you all. A extract AND a contest.

Yesterday might well have been the most watched wedding of 2011 but now I have a glimpse into the most entertaining wedding of 2011! Getting Hitched is the third book in my Getting Together series and John and Terri who first met in a gym in Getting Physical are finally ready to tie the knot. It may be the day Terri has dreamed of all her life but things just don’t seem to be going to plan. Her Father can’t make it, the cake was in a terrible accident and the beautiful wedding dress won’t fit. So will there be a wedding at all?

Here’s a little sample for you based around the dress dilemma:

I had thought that the doughnut was a good idea. It’s one of Terri’s favourite treats and she’s not been having them because she’d been so determined to lose weight for the wedding. Apparently though, it hadn’t been a good idea, I worked that out the moment I felt the pressure of the confection on my chest and heard the squelch of doughnut jam splattering all over me and my work shirt.

In hindsight, it was not the best idea to treat my darling curvaceous wife to be with a calorific dessert just after she’s spent an afternoon with her mother trying to fit into her impossibly small wedding dress. I’m not always the brightest star in the sky if you know what I mean but I just wanted her to feel better. I know her mum had a habit of stressing her out.

I gave her a few minutes after I heard her run upstairs. I’d like you to think that I was using some clever strategy, that I was giving her some time alone to deal with her anger. In reality I panicked and I spent ten minutes dithering about with my shirt and washing the dinner plates whilst I tried to work out what to do.

In the end I decided I had to go and check on her so I went upstairs and found her curled up on the bed, her back to the door. I walked over and sat on the opposite edge.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘I really am. I wanted to do something nice for you but I didn’t really think it through. All I want is for you to be happy.’

‘Food isn’t happiness.’ She sniffed.

‘No, it’s not but I wanted to treat the woman I love after what I knew would have been a stressful afternoon, I really meant to make you feel better. I didn’t mean to upset you at all.’

‘But you know I’m on a diet.’ She sighed and rolled over to face me. I could see from the pink puffiness of her eyes that she’d been crying.
‘I know and that’s why I wanted to indulge you, because you’ve been so good lately.’

‘But John, I have so much weight still left to lose, the dress is nowhere near closing yet and the wedding is only six weeks away.’

‘Terri, I don’t want to upset you more but I honestly don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself. It’s just a dress.’

‘I cannot walk down the aisle in my jogging pants and oversized T-shirt. I have the perfect wedding dress, the one I’ve always dreamt of wearing when I marry the best man in all the world. I have to wear it, I have to or I’ll know something just isn’t right. I want it to be perfect.’

‘Do what makes you happy, love, but all this stressing and dieting isn’t making you happy, it’s making you ill!’

‘I need to fit that dress, John, I need to and I will do what I have to do to make the damn thing fit.’

‘You do know that our wedding day is going to be perfect no matter what you wear or what happens, don’t you?’ I smiled and ran a hand down her arm.

‘I’m going to marry you, so of course. It’s going to be the most special day of my life to date, I know that, I do. I know I sound crazy going on about this dress but it means so much to me.’

‘I know it does, I just don’t want you to make yourself ill stressing over it.’ I placed an arm over her shoulders and she snuggled up against me.

‘I know. You’re only looking after me. I’m sorry about the doughnut, I shouldn’t have thrown it at you.’

‘It’s all right, love. I don’t think any permanent damage has been done, well, I might never wear that shirt again. Jam is a bugger to get out.’

Terri Laughed. I was so relieved to hear that sound that I squeezed her tightly.

‘I can get another shirt.’ I shrugged.

‘Or you could go topless, I really like that idea.’ She purred and lifted her face to mine for a kiss.

‘I don’t think the guys at work would appreciate it,’ I squeezed out between kisses.

‘Ah, but the girls would love it,’ she added, running a finger down my naked chest.

‘So you say,’ I gasped as she followed her finger trail with kisses, ‘I’m not so sure.’

‘Any hot blooded woman who sees this lithe, lean chest,’ she stroked my stomach and made my cock bounce within my trousers, ‘and this perfectly flat stomach will not be able to stop herself from imagining what it would be like to touch you and to slip her hands under your waistband.’

As she spoke she pulled open the button on my work pants and teased down the zip. Her warm hand insinuated itself inside my boxers and then her delicate fingers grasped my hard on.

‘They’d want to do this, to feel your cock in their hands as they admire your gorgeous body. They’d want to get down on their knees before you and suck you, all the time looking up and enjoying the view.’
Her voice alone turned me on.

My mind became a haze of lust as she touched me and kissed down to my stomach, stretching her body out beside me until she was laid on her stomach with her mouth poised just above my cock.

‘But, they will be left frustrated at the end of the day whereas I can live out my fantasies.’

Now who would like to win a copy of Getting Hitched? All you have to do is comment on this post, tell me your opinion of the royal wedding or why you want to read Getting Hitched or even tell me a funny wedding story. All comments count but you will only be entered into the contest once no matter how many times you post.

I’ll announce the winner on Monday so you have until 6pm on the 11th May to leave your comment!